My American magical life
Chapter 426 - 426 58 What do you like

426: Chapter 58 What do you like?

I like you.

426: Chapter 58 What do you like?

I like you.

The uncontrollable aspect of things ultimately is just a part, the majority of the participants in the live-stream recruitment are normal people; those fantastical dream-chasing boys are always a minority.

However, the COO position is indeed a bit challenging, and most of the interviewees coming through the preliminaries did not receive unanimous approval from the three of us.

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“Alright, friends in the live streaming room, we’re going to draw one last barrage red envelope, and tonight’s live broadcast will come to an end.

Tomorrow night at seven thirty, don’t miss it.”

At eleven o’clock at night, once the camera was off, CEO Cheng breathed a sigh of relief as if a heavy burden had been lifted.

Tired, the high-intensity performance of several hours was truly exhausting, and the fatigue of the body was just one aspect; more so was the dulled perception following the depletion of one’s mental energy.

“Daqi, I feel like, continuing with this live-stream recruitment mode, we may not necessarily find the right person, you know?”

Zhao Hongjin’s concerns were valid.

It was 2018, and the audience of short video users ultimately did not reach the hundreds of millions of later generations.

Many corporate management staff were already tired from their daily work, and they would not spend time on short video clips after work—that was something CEO Cheng had not anticipated before arranging the live recruitment event.

“Let’s wait and see; it’s only the first day.”

At this point, with so much cost already invested, CEO Cheng could not afford to give up halfway.

“Xiao Cheng, Xiao Zhao, do you guys have plans tonight?”

Big Brother Sun Dongxin spoke up.

His condition was the best, as a powerhouse, he was the most relaxed and carefree that evening.

It’s just that….

His way of asking the question was indeed problematic.

Cheng Daqi understood Brother Sun’s intention, which might be to have a chat with the two of them.

But by asking this way, ‘Do you guys have…’plans’ tonight?’ it makes it seem as if Cheng Daqi and Zhao Hongjin had some special relationship.

Hearing Sun Dongxin’s question, Zhao Hongjin, who had already risen to set her chair in place, glanced at CEO Cheng and noticed that he was also looking at her.

Zhao: Uh?

Cheng: Let me!

“Brother Sun, Xiao Zhao and I are planning to edit videos.

Your footage needs to be edited quickly as well, why don’t you come over and check it out?”

Live-stream recruitment might not secure the right COO, but it surely can achieve a multifaceted marketing of the Shanhaiguan brand, with effects paralleling those of top internet celebrities like Zhao Hongjin and Cheng Daqi.

This kind of follow-up marketing couldn’t be done well just by sitting at home—Shanhaiguan’s editing team had to work overtime.

“Haha, you decide.

Do we need to rehearse in advance tomorrow?” Sun Dongxin was concerned about whether he needed to act again tomorrow.

Although acting carried a certain gaming aspect to life and was quite interesting on the first try, Sun Dongxin was not very keen on it.

“It depends.

By tomorrow afternoon, we will have the feedback from tonight’s live show, and it won’t be too late to decide then.”

Cheng Daqi’s holistic thinking was excellent.

He had already found the rhythm of this large-scale marketing campaign.

Thus, he was in no rush for each smaller step ahead.

The turbulent waves seen by outsiders were just part of daily life in CEO Cheng’s magical existence; he could deal with them with ease.

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“Ah, I look so stupid, like an idiot…”

At half-past midnight, the floors of Shanhaiguan were still brightly lit.

It was just that Zhao’s complaint sounded a bit miserable, as she had been truly hurt by her own image in the live broadcast.

“It’s a small matter; tonight your persona and characteristics came through, and that’s enough.”

Cheng Daqi quickly skimmed through all the live footage, pointing out over a dozen highlights that could be edited for the staff.

This was also why he turned down Sun Dongxin’s invitation earlier tonight, as it was a critical moment.

Shanhaiguan was united, with everyone fully committed to the major project of live-stream recruitment.

In the elevator heading to the underground parking lot, Xiao Zhao asked with some confusion.

“Is there really a need to rush like this and, moreover, the employees are working overtime, but you, their boss, ran off.

Won’t this give them the wrong idea?”

Putting down his phone from replying to MAS work messages, Cheng Daqi explained.

“First, I didn’t run off; I merely switched to working at a different location.

Lisa is on vacation now, and I have to manage everything at MAS alone.

Second, our overtime pay is quite generous, and moreover, it’s all voluntary if they want to stay or leave.

Lastly, there’s an interesting saying that some people call sobering when they hear it: ‘Workers should never sympathize with capitalists.’

And if you look at it from another perspective, it means capitalists don’t need to sympathize with workers, and I’m not the kind of boss who forces employees to work overtime.

For many employees at Shanhaiguan, what you see as exhausting, they see as an opportunity.

As long as the pay is good, they will work their hardest.”

Cheng Daqi’s explanation was clear, making his standpoint thoroughly understood, leaving Zhao Hongjin with nothing to refute.

“Daqi, you said you’re looking at it from a capitalist’s perspective, which helps me understand many of your choices.”

Zhao Hongjin was referring to the sense of internal conflict in Cheng Daqi.

He was ruthless in his methods but possessed ideals, and there was a vast sense of conflict between many of his actions.

Xiao Zhao was capable of dealing genuine emotional blows, and Cheng Daqi just gently sighed, buckling up his seatbelt.

“No matter how hard we try, we inevitably and tragically become a part of this negative world.”

The car started, as both people in the front fell silent.

Eating some fries can temporarily alleviate internal consumption, but if the cause of the depletion remains unresolved, it will inevitably recur at some point.

There are only two kinds of happiness in the world, being a pig or being a God—this is metaphorical.

The former means releasing all desires and giving up resistance in the torrent.